Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(37)

       
         
       
        

"How about you hurry up and eat your sandwich so we can go to your room and be alone?"

Owen glanced at Kellen and lifted his eyebrow to accompany the I-told-you-so lift of his head. "Now do you believe that dancing is a great method of seduction?"

"I have less obnoxious methods," Kellen said.

"Yeah, sitting there looking cranky actually works well for you," Owen said.

Kellen gave him the finger.

"There's a bar that's open for another couple hours just down the street," one of the young women said, "if you want to have some fun. Come on, you don't want to hang around with her all night, do you?"

Caitlyn hoped it was the alcohol making the girl so impolite.

The girl tugged on Owen's arm, and he pulled his gaze from Caitlyn's to look at her. "I'm not interested. But my friend might be." He nodded toward Kellen and grinned at the look of horror on Kellen's face when both girls squeezed into the booth with him.

"If you don't stop torturing him, he's going to wind up hating you," Caitlyn said.

"Not possible."

But based on the look on Kellen's face as he tried to put some space between himself and the tipsy women now crowding into his booth, Caitlyn wasn't so sure.

"Are you ready for that slow song?" Owen whispered. "I need a good excuse to hold you close in public until my sandwich arrives."

"You really do show your cards," Caitlyn said.

"Did you think Kellen was joking?"

"I didn't think Kellen was joking, I've just never met anyone who throws it all out there in the open."

"Do you like it? I hope so, because I'm not sure if I can keep a lid on it now that I've let loose."

Caitlyn leaned back so she could look him in the eye. He scared the hell out of her, to be honest. She had no idea what to expect out of him next, and he had no problem alerting her to the fact that it would be something she was not expecting, but yeah, she did like it. "I like it when you're being yourself. Don't put a lid on it. Just be you. That's what I like."

His brilliant smile did things to her heart, and she definitely wanted to be pressed against him, swaying to a slow song in the middle of diner at one o'clock in the morning.

"Can I pick the song this time?" she said. "I wouldn't want to end up doing the chicken dance again or worse, dancing disco to some song better left in the past."

"Promise you'll pick something slow and sexy."

"I promise." Caitlyn found the song she wanted on his phone while Owen tried to talk the young ladies into leaving Kellen alone since Kellen was having no luck convincing them that he didn't want to get drunk with them. Even though they kept yelling, "Party!" intermittently, Kellen was obviously not the least bit interested in joining their brand of fun. The young ladies had no business drinking any more than they already had, anyway. 

When Caitlyn found the song she had in mind, she had to hand the phone to Owen so he could enter his password and purchase it.

"Don't peek," she said. "I want it to be a surprise."

"I won't peek," he said.

"Strange as it sounds, Owen loves surprises," Kellen said.

"I do."

"He can't keep a secret though."

Caitlyn chuckled. "Why does that not surprise me?"

When the song began, Owen tugged Caitlyn against his chest and stole her breath by singing along in a low sultry voice. She wasn't sure how he knew "Unchained Melody," but he sang it as if he were a long lost Righteous brother. He had a pitch-perfect tone. He should be a lead singer. She'd pay to hear him sing.

Her body was entirely in tune with his. Her skin tingled in want of his touch. Her ears strained for more of the sensual words pouring from his lips. She'd never felt a song before, but she felt every word of this one. They swayed slowly as he led her into a leisurely turn around the floor between their booth and a small table. Caitlyn clung to him and let him lead. Allowed herself to enjoy their dance and not worry about what everyone else was thinking or whispering. She didn't much care at the moment. Owen gave her an odd measure of courage. Even though he was several years younger than she was, he was teaching her something she hadn't realized she'd been missing-how to have fun and not worry about what people thought. She tugged him closer and nuzzled her face into his neck.

"Most women don't make it past The Chicken Dance," he said as the music played without accompanying vocals.

"So you dance in diners on a regular basis, I take it," she said. She wished she could say that she had something special with him. And not the things she'd done to him back at the sex club. She hoped he didn't hold that against her. She'd been really hating on men when he'd approached her. And she should have never taken out her frustration on his ass. Even if he had seemed to like it.